06-01-2009, 09:16 PM
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Everything would surely fall in place at the moment, and so her puzzlement was soon to be answered, as materializing seemingly out of thin air came a darkened, shrouded figure; albeit the cape of stark ivory around the dark figure's mane, everything else about him was black. Pitiful black, dark as the coldest and loneliest night there was. Beholding the spectacle that walked toward them with a more than confident and too liquid fluid movement, it was then her adrenaline ran cold, so very cold within her. There it was she figured out that strange rush of adrenaline, it was frigid fear that was escalating within her. The most horrifying thing Catalyst noticed about this new and dark adult that approached them was his blank eyes. Not white, not white like how Cwmfen's was, and how she thought her white eyes were strange, but his eyes were devoid of all color. There was no color to be had anywhere. This was not a mere monster puppy eater, but something of a puppy's horrific nightmare terror.
Feeling the pathways of her trachea begin to tighten and catch the hitch of air right in the base of her throat, her one sapphire and other silver eye widened in alarm, her gaze shifting to her russet pack member who was increasingly getting agitated by this stranger. The adult Dahlian didn't seem to be as fearful as she was growing, but for some reason, Catalyst didn't hold any assurance with him. That if anything was more dreadful than the mere sight of this.. individual. Perhaps it was something to feel bad about in the long run, but... she actually, for the first time, had doubt with an adult. It would be in the pup's arrogant nature to assist the border patrol male to inquiry what this trespasser was doing here and wanted for any other day, but obviously he stole her breath and voice right from her vocal chords. This guy, whoever he was, struck fear on several levels more than Firefly did that one day she intimidated her.
Gulping, the dark adult's words sounded sullen in a venomous way to her ears. And then there was that word, death. It gave her the utmost shivers twirling down her spine, and there was a shock of wintry adrenaline as the dark male heard what she muttered about the monster puppy eater, and felt her muscles grip herself in still silence. He had made a slight mockery of her with her word, but then stood brooding above her, soothing that even while he held an arcane presence, that his guidance would be unscathed to her. No. That was unbelievable, right down to his shrouded figure and the unmelodious voice he carried. It was then her paws had the urge to step back a distance, although it was a shaky put few steps. Words beckoned to come from her jaws, but she was too scared, too scared to even mutter half a broken sentence. Her response to him was a meek and shallow shake of her head, gesturing that she didn't comply with his request whatsoever, and didn't want to.
Suddenly from her peripheral vision the russet Dahlian lept for the dark stranger, colliding with him and holding his duty on defending the pack border and Dahlia itself. Catalyst wasn't expecting the Dahlian to be the one to attack first, and so emitted somewhat of a half gasp, half small yelp, as she stumbled back on her paws and tripped right over a sharply placed rock in the ground, falling to her tail. The impact certainly hurt, but it didn't deter her wide eyed gaze now from the fight that was about to ensue.
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Everything would surely fall in place at the moment, and so her puzzlement was soon to be answered, as materializing seemingly out of thin air came a darkened, shrouded figure; albeit the cape of stark ivory around the dark figure's mane, everything else about him was black. Pitiful black, dark as the coldest and loneliest night there was. Beholding the spectacle that walked toward them with a more than confident and too liquid fluid movement, it was then her adrenaline ran cold, so very cold within her. There it was she figured out that strange rush of adrenaline, it was frigid fear that was escalating within her. The most horrifying thing Catalyst noticed about this new and dark adult that approached them was his blank eyes. Not white, not white like how Cwmfen's was, and how she thought her white eyes were strange, but his eyes were devoid of all color. There was no color to be had anywhere. This was not a mere monster puppy eater, but something of a puppy's horrific nightmare terror.
Feeling the pathways of her trachea begin to tighten and catch the hitch of air right in the base of her throat, her one sapphire and other silver eye widened in alarm, her gaze shifting to her russet pack member who was increasingly getting agitated by this stranger. The adult Dahlian didn't seem to be as fearful as she was growing, but for some reason, Catalyst didn't hold any assurance with him. That if anything was more dreadful than the mere sight of this.. individual. Perhaps it was something to feel bad about in the long run, but... she actually, for the first time, had doubt with an adult. It would be in the pup's arrogant nature to assist the border patrol male to inquiry what this trespasser was doing here and wanted for any other day, but obviously he stole her breath and voice right from her vocal chords. This guy, whoever he was, struck fear on several levels more than Firefly did that one day she intimidated her.
Gulping, the dark adult's words sounded sullen in a venomous way to her ears. And then there was that word, death. It gave her the utmost shivers twirling down her spine, and there was a shock of wintry adrenaline as the dark male heard what she muttered about the monster puppy eater, and felt her muscles grip herself in still silence. He had made a slight mockery of her with her word, but then stood brooding above her, soothing that even while he held an arcane presence, that his guidance would be unscathed to her. No. That was unbelievable, right down to his shrouded figure and the unmelodious voice he carried. It was then her paws had the urge to step back a distance, although it was a shaky put few steps. Words beckoned to come from her jaws, but she was too scared, too scared to even mutter half a broken sentence. Her response to him was a meek and shallow shake of her head, gesturing that she didn't comply with his request whatsoever, and didn't want to.
Suddenly from her peripheral vision the russet Dahlian lept for the dark stranger, colliding with him and holding his duty on defending the pack border and Dahlia itself. Catalyst wasn't expecting the Dahlian to be the one to attack first, and so emitted somewhat of a half gasp, half small yelp, as she stumbled back on her paws and tripped right over a sharply placed rock in the ground, falling to her tail. The impact certainly hurt, but it didn't deter her wide eyed gaze now from the fight that was about to ensue.
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